Blood For Serenity

A stunning young girl,
In the quintessence of her youth,
The preponderate of her fate.
Glides through the undergrowth,
of a misshapen forest.
Wandering to her conclave,
Her spirit dormant.
Nothing.
The smell of blood,
A flash of glimmering fangs,
Then a calm,
Radiating,
Serenity.

by Pia's Poems

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